Legacy Poem
Someone must think this through,
to ward off our short-sightedness
daily pounding us into the ground
like so many disquieting habits
we recognize in ourselves but
somehow can do so little about —
or so we think, because habituated
inside our non-existent cell block
we carefully crafted for ourselves
mostly out of nothing but thought
forms and knee-jerk reactions, or
what is our legacy to the future?
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